Sun that bleeds down
and crests under the edge of the sky
round and blue the world is sick
human parasites. And I am
rambling, rambling to an
audience that is not there.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Sun that bleeds down
and crests under the edge of the sky
round and blue the world is sick
human parasites. And I am
rambling, rambling to an
audience that is not there.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina